Here in the animal kingdom
Contradiction is not unique
Only the insects know the truth

Reality is a figment of our imagination

We can't all be roses
Weeds need love too

Here's to the year we realised we can't take things for granted

Sometimes we need to look back to appreciate the now

Within the dark
All is still the same
It is only our view that is different

Philanthropy can reflect purity
It can also hide injustice

So sad
Dried out leaves
No water can revive

Sunshine through broken glass can still cast a beautiful shadow

Awake
Asleep
Life through closed eyes

Leftover desire
Heart stopping
Arrested lifetime

The morning sun shines brightly on my pillow
That palm tree smell is coming on through my window
The sky is clear
No clouds in sight
That amber glow
Spreading its light
Yes
I think
It's going to be

A Beautiful Day

the smell of broken trees on a hot day
salty scent of travel  
aroma more powerful than Chanel

Dawn breaks
Sun comforts
Day begins

Light fades
Deep is the cut
Red illuminates the horizon
The day is finished
Awaiting resurrection

Depths rising
Lifting the blue horizon
Tower of dreams
Seems
Unreachable
Heart soars
Screaming from the shore
Courage of belief
Relief
Unstoppable

unusual thoughts  
pounding in my head
       me

i'm not dead

leaving my dreams
style the day

if all this is real

     i've lost my way

find the thread
finely woven into the garment
trace its path
leading back to creation
forward to form
never ending
stretching through
protecting
creating a suit of life

Leaders debate
People stagnate

Add an "I" and it takes me away
Temporary escape
Inevitable outcome

tiny spheres blossom
to reveal               what
sadness
happiness
or purely just emotion out of control
as with so many challenges it is in the midst that we need to plot a course for the destination
pushing us forward to experience the complexity
and celebrate within
our own
tiny spheres

Reaching from the fear
As the true unknown
Looking for the cure
Manipulation
As required
An exercise in
Paranoid
Orwellian
Dystopia

Or...............................­...

Are you still radical
If you are defined as radical
Or trapped
In a categorical cliche
Of what you were trying to avoid

When my future has passed into the unknown
Will I realise that I was alive
Or fade into timeless obscurity

plastic people
melting sun
corporate answers
bye bye fun

Gulls cry
Or do they scream
your nightmare
their dream

Pain on the window
Reflecting my luck
Pour some more coffee into my cup
Look around the tables
No one on their own
Usual conversation
Gossip with phones
I'm thinking..................

Master of type
Defending tradition
Deepest fear
Accepting transition

the vault is closed
leave now
my patience wears thin

Posted, delivered, discarded.

with the arrogance
of ego
we fool ourselves into importance

in the time of the world we are nothing

changes go on as they would

enjoy life
don't think you are more than you are

Obsessed with war
Intimidated by life
Lost in confusion

Proof of life !

We follow one
That may be two
The face of me
Running from you
Passing minutes
Chasing hours
Days are numbered
Lost powers
Do they know
If no one told
The right of time
Cannot be sold

The Tempest blows its words afar
Chasing others
In time
Challenging misconceptions of modernity
All reality is real
Perhaps
Perhaps not
Viewing things differently from another
Pausing in judgement incase our truth is flawed
Isolated above the islands of belief
Facing a never decreasing carousel of doubt

Life / Love / Lust
And I
Will we ever see
Eye to I

satisfaction of pain
too many
glass walls

Fields of flowers reflecting the sun
Days of laughter filled with fun
Times are changing since you went away
But I won't forget yesterday

She Strode The Catwalk

With Poise And Grace

(and a few others who promised not to talk)

Suddenly

Her Hair

Fell Over Her Face

Trip Hazards Are Everywhere

She Strode The Catwalk

With Poise And Grace

(and a few others who promised not to talk)

Suddenly

Her Hair

Fell Over Her Face

Trip Hazards Are Everywhere

She Strode The Catwalk

With Poise And Grace

(and a few others who promised not to talk)

Suddenly

Her Hair

Fell Over Her Face

Trip Hazards Are Everywhere

The tenacity of hope
Abandons reason to the wastelands of desire

as many are lonely
like grains of sand

lost of identity
unclear strange land

a world of mass
kills the individual

grouped by language
a description critical

twilight sun
turns the water
gold

the depths unseen
but
thats the thrill
my time is mine
to do what will

I inhale life
I grow

bold

You may wish to live life
As one who has died
But do not repeat
The things that they tried

In the garden
Life unseen                  
Is their world in crisis

Such a shame

                    All that weight

                                        On those shoulders

                                                      ­              Trifling small brain

Why ......  Start
                   Terrifying
                     Ordinary
                        People

P atience
U nderstanding
T olerance
I s
N on - existent

I guess it’s me
I don’t fit in
Expecting a lot
Getting nothing
Where do I go wrong
All of the time
It starts so well
I’m doing fine
Order my first few from the bar
I’m in the spotlight I’m the star
But all of a sudden
Or so it seems
People avoid me
I’m not their scene
I do my best to play the game
Where do I go wrong
I ask again?